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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3976613" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Terror in Freeport - Part 9b: Verlaine’s House</strong></p><p></p><p>Kham crept his way towards the door across from the stairway. He eased the door open.</p><p></p><p>The room was a mess. Books from the bookcases lining the room lay scattered on the floor. A big, dark wood desk was similarly ransacked. </p><p></p><p>Kham locked gazes with McNeil, a mercenary of some note. Or at least, Kham thought he did—McNeil was staring through him at Vlad, who stood in the doorframe behind him.</p><p></p><p>Vlad charged ahead, heedless of his companion’s presence, and it was all Kham could do to spin out of the way. Then Ilmarė screamed in pain. Kham ran out into the hallway after her.</p><p></p><p>The elorii lay on the ground with Egil tending to her wounds. A masked figured covered in black from head-to-toe was backpedaling, a rapier and wicked dagger in both hands.</p><p></p><p>“That assassin…” gasped Ilmarė. “I recognized her…she tried to kill Baldric!”</p><p></p><p>Kham recognized her too. It was the notorious Jesswin, the deadliest assassin in Freeport. He decided the Brother of the Yellow Sign was much more influential than he first thought—they were hiring expensive killers.</p><p></p><p>Kham padded after her. He would teach this Jesswin a thing or two about assassinations.</p><p></p><p>Jesswin cocked her head. She heard him.</p><p></p><p>One hand disappeared into the folds of her bodysuit. A black globe skittered out onto the wooden floor in front of Kham. </p><p></p><p>He dove forward just as it burst into flames. The flames cut Kham off from the others. It didn’t matter; Kham was exactly where he wanted to be.</p><p></p><p>He slowly drew his two pistols from their holsters, resisting the urge to just charge after her with Fleshripper, screaming bloody murder. Some days, it was harder to resist the blade than others.</p><p></p><p>Jesswin wasn’t fooled. She crab-walked sideways until her back was against a wall, eyes darting left and right. Then she slid into another room. Kham pursued her.</p><p></p><p>They were in a bedchamber, done up in dark oak and lined with heavy wardrobes, with a canopy bed in the center.</p><p>Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been a warm, comfortable hideaway. But it was turned into an abattoir. </p><p></p><p>The bed held what was left of Councilor Verlaine; on the carpet laid four members of his personal guard. All have been hacked almost beyond recognition.</p><p></p><p>Kham took careful aim at Jesswin’s head with both pistols.</p><p></p><p>BLAM! BLAM!</p><p></p><p>Jesswin ducked just as the triggers on his pistols clicked. The blast shattered the windowpane behind her. </p><p></p><p>“Thanks, Kham” said Jesswin from behind her mask. </p><p></p><p>The assassin back flipped out of the window and landed on her feet two stories below.</p><p></p><p>Kham swigged another potion and dove out of the window after her. He landed a second after Jesswin, who dodged and weaved through the crowd. </p><p></p><p>Kham rolled to his feet and came up with two more pistols. He fired, but only succeeded in killing a cantaloupe and a merchant’s stall.</p><p></p><p>Vlad huffed up to him. “Did you get her?”</p><p></p><p>Kham shook his head. “Worse.”</p><p></p><p>“Worse?”</p><p></p><p>“The most dangerous assassin in Freeport now knows my name,” he said dourly.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3976613, member: 3285"] [b]Terror in Freeport - Part 9b: Verlaine’s House[/b] Kham crept his way towards the door across from the stairway. He eased the door open. The room was a mess. Books from the bookcases lining the room lay scattered on the floor. A big, dark wood desk was similarly ransacked. Kham locked gazes with McNeil, a mercenary of some note. Or at least, Kham thought he did—McNeil was staring through him at Vlad, who stood in the doorframe behind him. Vlad charged ahead, heedless of his companion’s presence, and it was all Kham could do to spin out of the way. Then Ilmarė screamed in pain. Kham ran out into the hallway after her. The elorii lay on the ground with Egil tending to her wounds. A masked figured covered in black from head-to-toe was backpedaling, a rapier and wicked dagger in both hands. “That assassin…” gasped Ilmarė. “I recognized her…she tried to kill Baldric!” Kham recognized her too. It was the notorious Jesswin, the deadliest assassin in Freeport. He decided the Brother of the Yellow Sign was much more influential than he first thought—they were hiring expensive killers. Kham padded after her. He would teach this Jesswin a thing or two about assassinations. Jesswin cocked her head. She heard him. One hand disappeared into the folds of her bodysuit. A black globe skittered out onto the wooden floor in front of Kham. He dove forward just as it burst into flames. The flames cut Kham off from the others. It didn’t matter; Kham was exactly where he wanted to be. He slowly drew his two pistols from their holsters, resisting the urge to just charge after her with Fleshripper, screaming bloody murder. Some days, it was harder to resist the blade than others. Jesswin wasn’t fooled. She crab-walked sideways until her back was against a wall, eyes darting left and right. Then she slid into another room. Kham pursued her. They were in a bedchamber, done up in dark oak and lined with heavy wardrobes, with a canopy bed in the center. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been a warm, comfortable hideaway. But it was turned into an abattoir. The bed held what was left of Councilor Verlaine; on the carpet laid four members of his personal guard. All have been hacked almost beyond recognition. Kham took careful aim at Jesswin’s head with both pistols. BLAM! BLAM! Jesswin ducked just as the triggers on his pistols clicked. The blast shattered the windowpane behind her. “Thanks, Kham” said Jesswin from behind her mask. The assassin back flipped out of the window and landed on her feet two stories below. Kham swigged another potion and dove out of the window after her. He landed a second after Jesswin, who dodged and weaved through the crowd. Kham rolled to his feet and came up with two more pistols. He fired, but only succeeded in killing a cantaloupe and a merchant’s stall. Vlad huffed up to him. “Did you get her?” Kham shook his head. “Worse.” “Worse?” “The most dangerous assassin in Freeport now knows my name,” he said dourly. [/QUOTE]
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